The Cycles

i keep my feelings hidden like the village in a leaf but the only leaf i leave hidden is the one in the trees,. leaves my stress ridden yo it leads to my relief please believe in the words I say the shit i see hypocrisy ever so constantly confronting me yea keeps the wheels turning we usher in the flames that'll leave the world burning todays youth so concerning to quick to blast to quick to prove (talk) they molded incorrectly aiming indirectly yo back against the wall so what fuck you gonna do, old school? like ,fuck this im from the era of attitude plus dude wont be subdued so blast back say fuck you and fuck that, the smell of gun smoke and now ya bloodsoaked stuck like some residue consumed by the thug life now what it do it all happened in one night they picked the wrong fight yo this cat was packing had many panicking franticing many bullets a vanishing he had these niggas ghost over what he had packed in plus his street alias was...pacman regrets are miniscule fool fuck being ridiculed do what you gotta do its the last laugh once they aim at you the situation was critical so you pulled a miracle but you took the last blast had em shook had em pass gas guns drawn like bananza they had them hands up like a ransom line em up like a stanza shit was random a quick change of plans he had to pass the phone to his mans to call the ambulance but he didnt get the chance blood on his pants died with the phone in his hands, he didnt stand a chance on the other line(wait) let me rewind my mind (oh yea )?it was apparent it was a parent wait it was a pair of parents with some grizzly news they couldn't bare it. they could see right thruuu, shit was transparent meanwhile the older cat had already left the scene he hit a corner when he heard somebody scream yo its a burner there was sparks and ricochet a bullet almost hit his spleen he pulled it out of his jeans about to smoke a green he was leaking heart beating hard breathing there was two dumpsters he hid inbetween in the mean time blood on his levis police arriving hot on the scene now they drawing chalk lines in the summer heat right on the ground lays this cats thoughts all around the street the blood seeps what he got in to got to deep so much for thinking let that sink in....concrete peace in rest fully..or fully rest in peace just another of crying mothers of other brothers killing eachother or just something baking undercover of many building this thug crusade ready to renovate. evaporate, disintegrate look these guns this in a crate hoping to lay at its wake , this shit we may relay as theres no delay as we relate to this shit called hate anybody thats in the way. steady sending hate they stay gassed so they ready to flame ready to lay anybody brains out its sad no doubt but thats what its all about but it gets to hot in the kitchen plus not to mention you whole existence is based off what? tension so pay attention fucker its free shut the fuck up and listen and you'll see before you end up the next cat missing fuck the intentions ya lack comprehension full of apprehension yo strain is laced its got you tripping check the ctv where you'll be on the tv discovered in a rv a body so oddly will it lay on his conscious yo lets be honest , hardly shit was crazy like gnarles barkley young cats wanna confront why they front g? nigga in the front seat smoking on a blunt see riding in aunts jeep little did he know he had nigga hurry run up on his side b packing just a little heat little did he know that he was getting rid of his enemies he'd been scheming this like all week revenge was in the air its all he seeked now yall just another slave "Whats up fooo" ah shit here comes the boys in blue